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Sooner to Cart'ret now they'll go, Or ev'n (tho' that's excessive low) To Wilmington and Sands.
With your obedient wife retire, And sitting silent by the fire,
A sullen tete-a-tete, Think over all you've done and said, And curse the hour that you was made
Unprofitably great.
With vapours there and spleen o'ercast, Eeflect on all your actions past
With sorrow and contrition ; And there enjoy the thoughts that rise From disappointed avarice,
From frustrated ambition.
There soon you'll loudly, but in vain, Of your deserting friends complain,
That visit you no more ;             6
But in this country 'tis a truth As known, as that Love follows youth,
That Friendship follows pow'r.
Such is the calm of your retreat! You thro' the dregs of life must sweat
Beneath this heavy load; And I'll attend you as I've done, Only to help reflection on,
With now and then an ode.
Houghton, Oct. 16, 1742.
I HAVE received two letters from you since last post; I suppose the wind stopped the packet-boat.
Well! was not I in the right to persist in buying the